Brian Froud. Goblilns of Labyrinth
Daring Dåshe Decries the Formerly Illustrious Püg!!
By Dåshe
GOBLIN ART FOR GOBLINS!! FLOWERS ARE FOR STOMPING!!
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Fallen Goblin, Pugnacious Püg
Why must you be so damned smüg?
A great master once you were
Now you are a brutish thüg!
I make Goblin pencil sketch
My portraits pretty pennies fetch
You play ghoulie with your pike
Your Faery art makes Goblins wretch
You were once of Goblin kind
Until the time that you went blind
Flowers, landscapes, picnic scenes??!
Clearly you have lost your mind!
A king you were, artistic-hero
Suddenly you're less than zero
I no longer look to you
For inspiration, [Master Bregg, please inform me what rhymes with zero,...giro, Nero, pierro...?...oh, stomp it!]
My ugliness I’ll never tame
Forty-three I’ve brought to fame
I draw what the Goblins love
Now everybody knows my name
My vicious artwork’s never stale
I catch every fine detail
Puss and snot and gooey slime
Goblin corpsies, sickly pale
Silly, weak, and stupid things
Is what your paintbrush only brings
You squandered talent that you had
And waste your time in poet rings
You wimper, stare, and cry out loud
And try to rile up frenzied crowd
But I’m the artist for our kind
Ripped off by human, Brian Froud
I will haunt him till he pays
The royalties I’m owed these days
We let him roam and capture us
They credit him for Goblin craze
Come back to your very own
Your renown can be unblown
We’ll find that Froudy human thing
And make him abdicate his throne.
Goblin arts must stay with us
Who needs that pixie-faery fuss?
So lets get drunk and paint the town
I’ve got a mural to discuss.
Theo van Joolen©2010
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Inspired by Dåshe by Brian Froud
Image from Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book
http://www.worldoffroud.com/www/copyrights.cfm
GOBLIN ART FOR GOBLINS!! FLOWERS ARE FOR STOMPING!!
***
Fallen Goblin, Pugnacious Püg
Why must you be so damned smüg?
A great master once you were
Now you are a brutish thüg!
I make Goblin pencil sketch
My portraits pretty pennies fetch
You play ghoulie with your pike
Your Faery art makes Goblins wretch
You were once of Goblin kind
Until the time that you went blind
Flowers, landscapes, picnic scenes??!
Clearly you have lost your mind!
A king you were, artistic-hero
Suddenly you're less than zero
I no longer look to you
For inspiration, [Master Bregg, please inform me what rhymes with zero,...giro, Nero, pierro...?...oh, stomp it!]
My ugliness I’ll never tame
Forty-three I’ve brought to fame
I draw what the Goblins love
Now everybody knows my name
My vicious artwork’s never stale
I catch every fine detail
Puss and snot and gooey slime
Goblin corpsies, sickly pale
Silly, weak, and stupid things
Is what your paintbrush only brings
You squandered talent that you had
And waste your time in poet rings
You wimper, stare, and cry out loud
And try to rile up frenzied crowd
But I’m the artist for our kind
Ripped off by human, Brian Froud
I will haunt him till he pays
The royalties I’m owed these days
We let him roam and capture us
They credit him for Goblin craze
Come back to your very own
Your renown can be unblown
We’ll find that Froudy human thing
And make him abdicate his throne.
Goblin arts must stay with us
Who needs that pixie-faery fuss?
So lets get drunk and paint the town
I’ve got a mural to discuss.
Theo van Joolen©2010
***
Inspired by Dåshe by Brian Froud
Image from Lady Cottington's Pressed Fairy Book
http://www.worldoffroud.com/www/copyrights.cfm
Pressed Fairy©Brian Froud